Page 64 of The Triple Threat
“Really?’ she said with an eye roll. “You had to wear your ‘I’m easy, come get me’ outfit?”
As Kid Rock’s Cowboy began to play, I shrugged and walked over to my spot in front of the backdrop that had a roaring log fire on it. My grey sweats were low on my hips, my white, sleeveless tee stretched tight against my muscles, I’d pulled my ball cap down low. I knew I looked hot and I also knew Ellie’s eyes were firmly on my dick which was swinging free and easy after removing my boxer briefs.
“How do you want me, Annie?” I asked the photographer.
“I think some skin would be nice,” she replied from behind her camera. “Just lift your shirt a little and show me your stomach.”
With one hand I lifted my tee and with the other touched the peak of my cap, giving what I hoped was a sultry look with hooded eyes and my bottom lip between my teeth. When I heard Ellie let out a long exhale and mutter, ‘Fuck,’ I knew I’d succeeded.
“Okay,” Annie said, still snapping away. “Let’s get rid of the shirt.”
That was more than fine by me, particularly as Ellie hadn’t moved an inch since I’d stepped in front of the camera.
I pulled off my cap and grabbed a hold of the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it. With the words ‘I wanna be a cowboy baby’ booming out, I dragged the white cotton up my skin.
“Hold it there,” Annie said as I heard her shutter going. “Okay carry on.”
When I finally had the shirt off and hanging from my fingertips, I gave the camera a sideways glance with my head tilted downward.
“You… erm… you got enough?” Ellie asked a little breathily.
“A couple more. Hunter, put the ball cap back on.”
Doing as Annie asked, I did, but with the peak at the back, like I usually wore it on the ranch. I then looked over at Ellie and noticed her fingers twitching at her sides. She was breathing heavy and her legs were most definitely squeezing together. Shit she looked beautiful and I felt a bit of a twinge in my chest.
“Okay,” Annie said as Kid Rock sang his last note. “That’s great, Hunter, thanks.”
Snagging up my tee, I gave Annie a nod and walked over in the direction of Ellie.
“That okay for you?”
She was staring at me wide-eyed, her mouth gaping, a little like a fish, but with lips I’d love around my dick.
“Ellie, did you hear me? Was that okay?”
“W-wha… yep, yep all good. All good.”
Yep, all fucking good alright. Let’s see what you’ve got Dylan, you cheap Thor look alike.
“Great job, honey,” Jefferson said as he passed me a bottle of beer. “I think this year’s calendar is going to be the best ever.”
“Aww thanks.” I grinned at him and tapped my beer against his. “Thanks for doing it.”
“Not sure why you asked me, but I enjoyed it.” He pulled me in for a hug and kissed the top of my head. “Did me good.”
Watching Jefferson as he took a swig of his beer, I noticed how sad his eyes looked. For all the women he had, it was obvious he was still absolutely crazy about Sondra. Just thinking about how lonely and grief stricken he must have been when she died, gave me little painful flutters in my chest.
“Where’d my boy get to anyway?” he asked, looking around Stars & Stripes at all the people who’d helped with the photo shoot.
I shrugged and turned to look over to the door. “No idea. I saw him just before Dylan and I did the December shoot, then he disappeared.”
My eyes focused back on Jefferson while my heart remained focused on the door, hoping that Hunter would wander through it. Self-hatred was pretty high on my feelings at that moment. I’d vowed after Dominic I’d never feel like that again. I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t feel like my day was less than stellar if I didn’t see the guy. I’d told myself I’d never, ever feel like a kid at Christmas while I waited to see them. I even vowed I’d die a spinster and spend my life just having sex for fun, but like an idiot I’d started to renege on all those promises I’d made myself.
It must have been the size of his penis. It had to have hypnotized me. Maybe it was some sort of magic wand and when he’d got it out of his pants, Hunter had waved it around and whispered a spell. It had to be that because I’d known him for twenty-four years and apart from realizing he was hot – because I wasn’t blind – I’d never once thought about him as anything other than Carter’s best friend. It was only when Bronte accused me of ogling him at my parents’ summer cookout that I’d considered I might have a mild interest in him. The last few weeks though things had ramped up considerably. Mainly my sex hormones.
“I don’t think he liked seeing Delphine’s nephew’s hands on you.” Jefferson chuckled.
Startled, I looked up at him. “W-what?”